He pistons into me frantically, holding me with his hand, teeth, and cock. And I know that heisclaiming me. He’s an Alpha, after all. One who is being forced to take his Omega to another pack.
I will have his scent covering me.
It’s a risk, but the pack will likely assume that since Icarus is the manager, I have simply helped him through a rut. His scent may be enough to protect me from them becoming too close to me because he has such uber dominant pheromones.
And we both need this.
Can we come, before the elevator starts to move again?
The danger makes the pleasure wind faster through me.
Icarus slips his free hand around me, finding my clit and working me ruthlessly.
And that’s enough to take me over the edge.
Ecstasy crashes over me.
Icarus hugs me to him like I am his entire world, as he comes deep inside me, just as the lights spring on and the elevator lurches upwards again, carrying us up to the ninth floor.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Room 234, Omega Hotel
Istare at the rich, polished walnut door with the bronze 234 in the center.
This is it.
Next to me, Icarus checks the front of his trousers, before smoothing his hand over his hair. He can’t do anything about how kiss swollen his lips are.
He turns to me, tidying my hair back into the ribbon.
We both look like smart, respectable members of staff again and not like we were wildly fucking in the elevator only moments ago.
Of course, I know that my torn panties are still in my Alpha’s pocket. He gave me an unapologetic smirk as he took them, before yanking up my pants.
It makes me shiver to think of Icarus sleeping with my slick coated panties because he needs my scent, as much as I need his.
I just hope that I don’t soak through my pants now without them.
This room is one of the presidential suites. The guests must be both wealthy and influential.
I can’t fuck this up.
Icarus tightens his tie, before straightening his shoulders. “It’ll be all right. I’m with you. I won’t leave you if I think that you’re in any danger. I’ll assess this pack and?—”
I knock on the door to stop Icarus from spiraling. He is more wound up than I am.
It’s his Alpha instincts. He’s already rubbed his scent all over me. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t tear this new pack apart.
Icarus raises his eyebrow at me, but I shrug unapologetically.
My heart beats faster.
Silence.
I’m quivering with anxiety.
Then an English voice drawls, “Just come on in, mate.”
